Emperor Merciless had just left.
Right on his heels, the Willow God tiptoed over.
"My, sir, where is your old friend?"
Looking around extensively, the Willow God asked with feigned surprise.
"Old friend? Which old friend?"
"The woman wearing the Ghost Face Mask!"
"We didn't know each other before, and she's not my old friend. She has already left. Sigh, weren't you eavesdropping the whole time? Why ask something you already know?"
Jiang Hui let out a wry smile, then spoke with a smile that was not quite a smile, while also feeling somewhat emotional.
This woman, the Willow God, how can her incarnation be so different from her true form? Her main body is as aloof as a tree, very much like Emperor Merciless, yet her incarnation is so jealous. It's been thousands of years, and yet she's still going on about this.
"I, I wasn't eavesdropping, sir, don't wrongly accuse a good person, oh!!"
A faint blush suddenly appeared on the Willow God's cheeks as she stuttered in her defense.
